you were so perfect at the grammys

PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

PART 4 COMING SOON

BTS react to their child asking for a sibling. (Request)

This was so much fun to make! I hope you all enjoy.

Jin(Seokjin)~ Your beautiful daughter you had together with Jin was simply perfect in every way. Jin always dressed her in pink and fed her well. He loved how she wasn’t a picky eater, and that she would also try new things with him. She was doing so well in school, she just started kindergarten! One day, your sweet girl came home from school beaming and smiling ear to ear. Jin was peacefully drinking his soup you just made him when she burst through the kitchen. “Mommy, Daddy!” She shouted. “Lin Soo said her Mommy and Daddy can make her a baby brother! Can you and Daddy make me one?” You froze and Jin choked on his soup. “Well-” you started nervously, “It’s a little complicated, sweetheart.” Jin finished. Defeated, your daughter started to make a quite unattractive pouty face. “But of course Daddy will do his best to give you a new sibling!” He responded quickly, blowing his signature hand kiss in your direction. Gosh, he was such a pushover with your daughter, and honestly you loved it. 

Suga(Yoongi)~ You had been married to Yoongi for 2 years before you even tried to have kids. You both decided that you wanted to develop a healthy and stable marriage before adding a child into the mix. When you finally decided it was time to start your family, you were both in agreement that one child was enough. You had your little baby boy and were so happy. Your little Min Hyeon was turning 6 this year and you couldn’t believe it. “So Hyeon, what do you want for your birthday this year?” you asked. You, yoongi, and Hyeon were sitting on the couch cuddling for a few minutes before bed time. “Hmmm. I really want a baby sister.” You shot a shocked look toward your husband. “Are you sure about that? I don’t know if that’s really something you want.” You replied “Sure I do. I could help feed her and rock her and even change her smelly diapers.” Just then Yoongi put his hand in front of his face so your 6 year old son would not see his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Why don’t we get you a dog for your birthday. Thats a little more practical.” “I guess that’s ok. What should I name it? Should I get a boy or a girl?” Your son’s six year old brain became distracted dropping the baby subject. “We dodged a bullet there.” Yoongi whispered in your ear as your son kept naming things he would have to buy for his new present. “I don’t know. Maybe we should think about another baby. I do really enjoy the baby making process” you whispered back kissing yoongi on the ear. “Ok, Hyeon I think it’s time for you to go to bed now.” Leaning in one more time, Yoongi whispered, “If this makes a baby I swear I’ll hold you responsible for seducing me. You change all the diapers this time.“ 

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JHope(Hoseok)~ Marrying Jhope was the best decision you have made in your entire life. He respected you and cherished you. You were just beginning your life together when you found out you were pregnant. Your little boy is four now, still growing so fast. JHope has given him strict training since birth on how to be a proper gentleman (and ladies’ man to your disapproval). Your little boys favorite thing to do, was watch his daddy dance. Hobie taught him a few easy steps, and he pranced around the house so proud of his little accomplishment. Your life couldn’t get anymore perfect until one day your son asked one particular question. While watching you and Hobie practice ballroom dancing for your friend’s upcoming wedding, your son suddenly expressed,”Mommy! I’m lonely, I don’t have a dance partner.” With a melted heart, you leaned down to offer yourself as his partner. “No Mommy, your Daddy’s partner. I need a sister. Can you get me a sister?” You straightened up with eyes bulging. Hobie stifled a laugh, and faced you. He jokingly leaned his hips towards you awkwardly pressing his “baby maker” in your direction. “Yeaahhhh, how about it, Mom?” 

Rap Monster(Namjoon)~ You and Rap Mon have only been for married 2 years. Your daughter is now 3 years old. (Your daughter was not planned at all. She was the result of a lovely romantic getaway that got a little out of hand a few nights. Even though it came as a surprise, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Your precious little angel has continued to bring you and Namjoon closer every day) One night after you had been at your sisters house for dinner with her husband and 4 month old baby girl, your daughter had an epiphany. "Daddy, you and mommy need to have another baby!” Rap mon gave your daughter a puzzled look. “Why do you say that?” “It’s just time. I can feel it. I need to have someone to play with. I’m not getting any younger here!” You and Namjoon looked at each other and just started to laugh. You actually were pregnant but you hadn’t told anyone yet. You just found out from the doctor a few days earlier. You looked at Namjoon and as soon as you could catch your breath from laughing so hard said, “She is definitely your daughter!”

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Jimin~ You, Jimin, and little Nari were a happy little family. You hadn’t been married to Jimin for more than 3 months when you found out Nari was on the way. To be honest, the way you and you husband had been, you were surprised it took you that long. Two and a half years later, your little girl began to notice her cousins being born and decided she wanted a new baby too. “Daddy, can you please find a baby for me to have as my baby brother?” Jimin was taken a bit by surprise at this question. “It doesn’t really work that way honey,” you chimed in from the washroom. “Well I really want one,” she pouted. “I may not be able to find you one, Nari, but your mommy is really good at making them,” Jimin said with a sexy smirk on his face. You were a little embarrassed and excited at the same time by this comment. Your daughter was only 2 and a half so she really didn’t know what you were talking about but it was a little uncomfortable nonetheless. “Jimin!” “What, I’m only telling the truth. In fact, I think your mommy and daddy should start making you one soon. Do you want to go to uncle Taehyung’s house now?” “Yeah!! Uncle Tae Tae!”

V(Taehyung)~  It seems like just yesterday you walked down the aisle towards your beautiful, Taehyung. He was everything you ever dreamed of and more. Aside from still being among the coolest kpop stars in the world, he still found time to grow your little family. You now had two boys, whom Taehyung loved dearly. The moment you two got married, you remember him saying,”You, me, babies. NOW.” Your life with your three men was just too crazy perfect. Tae always said he wanted to keep having children until he got tired, despite the regretful faces you alway gave him when he asked for another baby. One afternoon, your boys were laughing loudly in the living room. Upon investigation, you found them all twisted, wrestling. Your eldest boy jumped up when he saw you,”Mom the teams are uneven!” He explained. “Yes!” chimed your youngest. “Eomma, we need a fourth boy to be daddy’s tag team partner!” The eldest spoke again,”Mommy can we have another brother?” “PLEAAAASSSSSEEE???” They both said in unison. Just when you were about to chuckle and shut down the request, your “adult” husband grabbed you in a bear hug and put his head on your shoulder. His eyes were big and doe-like, “Yeah Mom, pleaaaaassssseee?” He asked cutely. That voice of his was enough to drive you crazy. You rolled your eyes and patted Tae on the head. “Only if Daddy wins a Grammy.” You teased. 

Jungkook~ Your two year old daughter you had with Jungkook was quite possibly the most spoiled thing you’ve ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, she was still so sweet and angelic! She definitely acquired that quality from your husband. She knew she was perfect, yet she still had a humbleness about her even at two. Jungkook has been the most incredible father the past two years, although he was so unsure of himself and completely terrified. He swears up and down that he has barely made it through so long. He bought your sweet girl everything she could ever want and more. One night at dinner, she made a request neither of you expected. “Daddy, I want a sister.” She said in her cute mush mouthy voice. “Daddy buys me lots of things, can Daddy buy me a sister too?” Jungkook lifted his head from his plate, sporting the “shook kook” face. You laughed out loud almost spraying your drink in your lap. Jungkook chuckled nervously, clearly shaken with the idea of another baby. You smiled and decided to take charge, “I don’t think daddy can afford that yet, honey.” You said soothingly. “Oh,” she sighed, “Maybe Santa can bring one for Christmas.” Jungkook was ready to fall over dead.  

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Tenerife Sea - An Analysis Master Post

So to start Tenerife Sea has the same initials as Taylor Swift: TS

Also note that “Taylor Swift” and “Tenerife Sea” are both 11 letters long which I didn’t realize until just today. And he could have chosen any sea right? Caribbean, Mediterranean, all beautiful blue seas! Why not pick one of them right? Well because their initials aren’t TS … These clues are just in the title but now onto the lyrics!

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but like where do i begin...

okay so in tuesday night, i was in the shower but when i got out i had received a phone call and had a voice message.  it was from taylorswift.com. i literally ran out of my room shaking and almost crying. i couldn’t tell you what the actual message said because i was too focused on the fact that it was from taylorswift.com.  but anyway, i called them back and there was no answer so i left a voice message. and i waited, i felt like they were never going to call me back because it was like 30 minutes after i left the message and i figured i lost my shot. but about 20 minutes later i got a call back. they asked me if i was able to make to new york this weekend and living in new jersey i would walk if i had to.  they also asked me more questions but i don’t remember them all too well wow I’m a loser.

on wednesday i reflagged these and just laughed to myself because i knew what has happening.

than i asked this not expecting this answer but i thought it was funny

then i posted this bc i knew what i wanted to do for my picture

so fast forward to friday– i got to the hotel around 1:30 (check in was at 3 whoops).  but around 2 more people started to show up and i started to talk to so many people.  everyone i met was so nice and amazing!  so 3 o'clock comes around and one of the taylor nation people comes out and tells us that they are ready to start checking people in.  i was the second person to get check in.  we had to get scanned like metal detector things.  after we checked in, we went into like a conference room and waited until about half the people were checked in and we went on a bus which took us to taylor’s apartment.

on the bus everyone started rapping thug story which was awesome!  the bus ride was maybe 10 minutes so it was cool.  when we got to the building they out us in the little lobby area and told to be quite while walking up the stairs because there were other people that lived there and they didn’t want to upset them because they wanted to do more things like this in the future.  so we walked up to her floor and we first went into her body guard’s apartment while they set up her apartment.  after about 10-15 minutes they told us we were going across the hall to taylor’s apartment.  so everyone got up and we had to get scanned again and everyone just causally walked into her apartment.

her apartment is such a great representation of her.  like go to the anthropology website and i bet you would see her apartment.  everything was so perfect and placed so amazing.  like her grammys were just casually sitting in her fireplace mantle.  and her moon man was just chilling on a table like okay taylor.  in her kitchen she has a picture of her and ina garden.  she also had a poster of like her friends and her frienamies, and the cool moms.  it was kinda like a cartoon looking thing.  she also had the water colors pictures she instagramed which i kinda freaked out about.  she also had this adorable painting she did of buildings and it said welcome to tribeca.  in another one of her rooms she had all these polaroids framed and stuff, they were so cute.  i heard Meredith was sitting on the bed but there were too many people and i couldn’t go into the room.

so when every one got there and the second group of people looked around everyone sat down and SHE CAME DOWN THE STAIRS,  FROM THE SECOND I SAW HER THE TEARS STARTED AND THEY DIDNT STOP. I JUST COULDNT BELIEVE THAT AFTER SEVEN YEARS I WAS FINALLY MEETING TAYLOR SWIFT.  so she sat down on a chair and started to talk to everyone as a group.  she was explaining how some people got picked because she has stalked up for the past 6-8 months on twitter and instagram and she read the essays some people wrote for a contest.  then she asked us not to release any song titles or lyrics or basically anything about the songs because she likes to be the one to do that and she likes to surpass her fans with lyrics and titles and stuff.  so before each song she would explain how or why she wrote that song.  after 6 songs we took and “intermission” as she called it and she brought out cookies and rice crispys that she made the day before.  i was standing with a guy that was i talking to since we got to the hotel.  she then come up top us and we started talking about her apartment.  she told us that it used to be a saw mill and that the original ceilings were still there.  while talking to her she literally looks you in the eye and has the conversation.  she really has a heart of gold.  okay so after that everyone sat down and we finished the album.  and when the last song was finished, she said i think we should all get up and dance to this song right now and she played shake it off.  we were all dancing around and she would walk though the group of people and she came up to me and dance for like a solid 30 seconds together.  everyone was jumping and screaming and just having a wonderful time. after the song was finished i guess she put her song on shuffle and was just playing some songs.  the only songs i remember are Tenerife Sea and an Austin Mahone song i don't remember the title.  we all broke up into out little groups and waited until taylor was ready to meet everyone!  everyone got to talk to her one on one which was just amazing.  i was in group one so i was about the fourth person to meet her.

when i went up to hug her I’m like 89% sure she said “hi megan, so you were one of the people i picked from instagram” which made me very confused because she has never noticed me on instagram or anything before.  and i started to tear up and i just couldn’t speak to her.  she saw my nails and she was “oh my god your nails are so cool. did you do them yourself or did someone else do them?” and at this point i seriously couldn’t talk but i somehow managed to say that i did my nails.  then we talked about something else but i don’t remember and i hate myself for that.  but than i asked her if we could do something with out legs because my tumblr is taylorslegs. and she was like of corse and then she was why don’t we do this and she did the pose in my picture.  the first picture we took was a bad film and taylor was like “no we can’t have that lets take a mother one” so we took another one and that was bad film too and she was like “this is what happens with polaroids.  lets take another one just in case.” so we took a total of three pictures and she let me keep two of them.  then they gave me my pictures and and hugged again.  she then asked me if she followed me on tumblr and i said no and she said “okay ill got on that tonight” and i was okay. and i went back into the body guard’s apartment where they scanned us again and when the guy was scanning me he was like “did you put olivia in your pocket?” “we have to make sure she dint take any tea cups” and i was shaking so much and i was just like “no i don’t have olivia.” and then i got my bag and sat down and waited for my pictures to develop.

when the first five groups were done, we went back onto the bus and headed back to hotel where we got our personal stuff and we went home.

right when i was pulling into the driveway at my house i get a notif saying that taylor followed me and i started crying again.  october 3, 2014 will be a day that i never ever will forget.  i really couldn’t talk taylor enough for everything that she has done.  and to anyone who has never met taylor, trust me it will happen, even if it was seven years later but it happen.

okay onto album review:

this album is like the queen of all album.  i can’t say any lyrics or any stories or any song titles but this album is everything anyone could ask for.

if you made it this far i want to saw thank you for reading my story

1989 changed lives…
Not just my life, but so many.
The Grammys were the perfect example of how much this album hit home to the whole world.
Taylor, you made music that became our own soundtracks, our own escapes and our own happiness.
You deserve that Grammys night more than I can even say…
You’ve showed the world that when you find yourself, when you fight against what everyone says about you and when you’re truly happy…
You win

Love you xx

swiftpeople  asked:

what thoughts were going through your head when you were eating pizza with taylor swift?? were you at her house?

Oh god so many thoughts lol. Yeah we were at her apartment in NYC. Her apartment is perfect. Literally hundreds of candles and it smelled like Christmas or something. People were just holding her cats and playing pool and playing with her Grammys and using her restrooms and eating lots of pizza and diet coke and smart water. I could not even believe it was real life. Every good thing you’ve heard about Taylor Swift is true. It was like I was hanging out with my best friend who I had known for years. She was so genuinely happy to have us there and she was so nice. I hugged her a few times. We talked about my niece and sister who are also swifties and she was like “awww tell them I love them SO much!!” And she thanked me multiple times for coming all the way from Phoenix, AZ. She was funny and loud. Just yelling out trying to figure out if anybody knew where her Polaroid camera was. She handed me a diet coke when I said I was thirsty. When we got there she hugged and chatted with every single person and told us to make ourselves at home and look around and grab some pizza and something to drink. I don’t even know…it just felt so normal. But at the same time IT WAS FREAKIN TAYLOR SWIFT’S APARTMENT AND I WAS FREAKING OUT INSIDE

How Deep Is Your Love

“I’m not even going to win,” Taylor said, riffling through her closet for the heels that she wanted to wear to the Grammys. Calvin stood in the doorway, laughing.

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he said. Taylor smiled, slightly, to herself, loving the way his accent made the words sound.

“Do you even see who I’m up against. It would be absolutely crazy if I won.”

“Do you even know who you are?” he asked, moving to her and grabbing her shoulders to make her look at him. “You are Taylor fucking Swift. You have one of the largest fanbases in the world, four songs currently in the Billboard’s Top 100 from an album that was released over a year ago that is still dominating the charts. You are amazing. It would be absolutely crazy if you didn’t win.”

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Persistent Pt. 2

a/n: Requested. Tell me what you think. Send more requests!

You figured that being around Harry and the band for as long as you had, that you knew what to expect. You couldn’t be more wrong. For one, nothing prepared you for how affectionate Harry was. You’d never seen that side of him before, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t melt every time he pulled you close to kiss your forehead or casually seek out your hand whenever you were standing beside each other to link your fingers  together.

Your first date had gone beautifully, and so far, the rest of the relationship had been almost perfect. Harry made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“You know you‘ve spoiled him rotten, right?” he said while he scratched Caesar’s belly.

“I have done no such thing,” you denied, although you knew he was speaking the truth.

The puppy Harry had gotten you for your birthday almost a year ago was now sprawled out over your boyfriend’s lap, enjoying his belly rub.

An easy silence befell the room.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright with the Grammy Awards thing?” he asked you cautiously for maybe the fifth time since you’d found out he would be attending with a new Victoria’s Secret model.

You perched on the arm of the couch beside him and nodded with a convincing smile.

After sparing you a quick glance, he added, “You can tell me the truth, you know.”

So maybe your smile wasn’t as convincing as you thought. Or maybe Harry had learned to read you like an open book.

“I guess it’s not a big deal,” you shrugged, trying to keep a straight face.

But it bothered you. This model had recently signed with Modest and as part of her contract the company was responsible for bumping up her status and getting her onto the scene. Somehow that meant making her Harry’s date for the Grammy’s. What better way to achieve relevance than by being seen out with Harry Styles?

Of course you couldn’t say anything, because as promised, Harry had managed to keep your relationship private; so private in fact that even your co-workers at Modest had no idea that you two were an item. The only people that knew were the rest of the band and a few other close friends.

So you didn’t say anything. Not to the PR team and certainly not to Harry. You had been adamant from the get go that no one find out about you and now that that was the reality you couldn’t complain. Even if that meant he had to ‘date’ other women for publicity reasons.

“If it’s bothering you I can get PR to call it off,” he offered as he watched for your reaction.

“You don’t have to do that, Harry,” you said over your shoulder as you walked into the kitchen.

You figured if you weren’t sitting next to him, this conversation would be an easier one to have.

You busied yourself with reorganizing things on the counter just to seem occupied.

“But I would if that’s what you wanted me to do,” his voice sounded a lot closer than you expected.

You turned to find that he had followed you into the kitchen and was now leaning against the fridge behind you.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Harry. It’s just a publicity stunt. It doesn’t mean anything,” you reasoned.

You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince at this point.

“Then why is it bothering you so much?” he question as he moved to stand in front of you.

Because I’m sick of all these publicity stunts!

You wanted to scream. The fake dates, strategically being caught in public by the paparazzi with different women, racy photo shoots with up and coming models; it was all beginning to drive you mad.

Working with Modest had gotten you accustomed to things like that. PR was always brewing up fodder for romance stories and it usually worked like a charm when it came to garnering more attention, but this time it was different. This time you had to be the one watching your boyfriend assume a playboy persona with a number of different women. And even though Harry never did anything to jeopardize or disrespect you and your relationship with these women it still pained you to see him plastered on magazine covers and all over the internet with a new ‘girlfriend’ each week.

But you had made him promise to keep you a secret. You had no right getting upset with the consequences that came from that decision.

“What makes you think it’s bothering me?” you tried to dodge the question.

“I know it is, love,” he leaned forward to anchor his hands on your shoulders; his eyes searched yours, “just tell me you don’t want me to go with her and I won’t.”

“I can’t just ask you to do that Harry,” you sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because that’s not fair to you,” you were going to end it there but the words left your lips before you could stop yourself, “I hate seeing you with other women all the time, I know it doesn’t mean anything, but it doesn’t mean I hate it any less. I hate that you have to pretend to have girlfriends because the one you actually have made you promise to keep our relationship a secret. I can’t ask that of you and then get mad when management sets you up with models and actresses for whatever reason. It’s just not fair to you.”

You brought your hands to your face and groaned into your palms. Moments later you felt his hands gently prying yours away from your face.

“Hey, I’ll call it off. I’ll call all of it off, angel. I’ll tell Modest I’m not interested in being a part of their matchmaking campaign. S’alright.”

You allowed him to wrap you in his arms, finding comfort in his warm embrace. Your eyebrows furrowed as doubts clouded your mind.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you happy with this?” you asked tentatively.

“Well Modest has been a bit demanding lately when it comes to appearances, but it’s nothing I-”

“No…I meant this relationship,” you clarified.

Immediately the warmth of his body disappeared as he stepped back to look at you.

“Why are you asking me that?” his head tilted to the side as he stared at you, “Why would I not be happy?”

You glanced heavenwards as if the answer would be hanging from the ceiling.

“I mean, how could all this secretive behaviour make anyone happy? All this pretending can’t be healthy. We’re always covering our tracks and lying to everyone to keep our relationship secret all because I’m not comfortable with your public lifestyle.  We can’t go out together in public without risking being seen. This relationship must be more of a chore to you if anything.”

“Sweetheart, look at me,” he gently demanded.

Your eyes had been looking at everything else but him through your little speech. These doubts had been plaguing your mind for a couple weeks now and you’d be crushed to find out he shared the same views.

His hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him as he focused on you, “When have I ever complained about this?”

“Never,” you answered softly.

“Exactly. As long as I’m with you and you’re happy then I’m happy,” he leaned in and kissed you before pulling back slightly, “Are you happy, angel?”

“From the moment you tricked me into having lunch with you, I’ve been nothing less than happy,” you assured him as you leaned forward and reconnected your lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips. Ever since your first date you’d kept teasing him that he had hoodwinked you into dating him.

You leaned back and matched his smile with one of your own.

“So it’s settled then. You’ll be my date for the Grammy’s. I’ll mentally undress you from across the room all night and you’ll pretend not to be turned on and then we’ll come home and f-”

“Fall asleep,” you punctuated your sentence with a quick peck to his lips.

His response was to pull you into him, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before replying, “Keep telling yourself that, love.”

Your arms circled his waist as you leaned into his warmth.  

this happened, really. uhm.

Taylor : Its okay, really. Its okay. I didn’t expect to win.

Ed : But you deserved to. You deserve so much. 

Taylor : No.. you should’ve won. You deserved to win…

Sweeran hug.
Sweeran hug lingers.

Ed : -whispers in taylor’s ear- You were beautiful tonight. Perfect.You’re always perfect.

Taylor : -Closes her eyes- 

Grammy’s Sweaters

Merry Christmas Secret Santa!!! Here’s your gift

Gail pulled the sweater over her head and grimaced at the image in the mirror. Ugly Christmas sweater indeed. It was handmade, just for her, it showed in the big G knitted into her back shoulder.

“You look so cute in your sweater! Grammy is going to be so excited it fits, she was really worried.” Holly exuded happily, pulling her own sweater down and into place. She smiled fondly at the little reindeer and snowmen that matched her wife’s. She’d never been crazy about the holiday, never the one to rush decorating, but she did love everything that came with Christmas. The lights, the glow about the city, the low buzz of excitement, peppy, soft, jazzy songs that everyone could sing along to, but most of all she loved the sweater her Grandmother made each year. Holly was her Grammy’s only grandchild so she got spoiled with each holiday, each visit, and she felt the special love in every knot of her sweater. They always smelled like her perfume, like her cozy little house, and they were warm and soft. Holly looked forward to a new one each year, and was absolutely ecstatic that her wife now had one too.

Gail grunted. Turning around she burst out laughing, the brunette looked even worse in her sweater. “Grammy really knows her ugly sweaters. She should enter a contest or something.”

“Hey, they’re amazing, and comfy.” Holly pointedly told the blonde.

“I’m just saying, they do the job.” Gail gave her a chaste kiss and went to the bathroom to continue getting ready.

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